Past Sins Novels & Stories

After all, it was a grave sin that he made in order to satisfy the desires and greed that he had accumulated throughout his entiere life at that time. Or maybe he was only blinded with rage, the reason why he did that horrifying thing. Whatever the reason may be, there is no turning back the time, there is no returning to the past and correcting what is wrong and trying to mend what is already broken. It is already too late and there is nothing that he can do but to just remember every single detail about it and never forget.

"Are you being serious? Is that what you care about right at the moment?" He shakes his head. "Whatever happened with Gwyneth is not important either." My lips part. "Gwyneth. That was her name." He bites his lips in regret. As usual, he hadn't expected such vital information to be let out so easily. "November." He tries to touch me. "Do not move any closer." I pant. "I cannot believe you." "That is all in the past, Didn't you say that this was a new beginning?" "Well, that was when I realized that this has been repeating for over senturies. You kill me, and then, you reincarnate me. Then you kill me again, and then reincarnate me as someone else." I grind my teeth. "You are sick, Sin."

I don't know for how long I stayed there under the shower trying to wash myself clean. Trying to make myself deserving for him... But no matter how long I tried I will never deserve him They say every priest has a past and every sinner has a future. But for Andro a sin can never be forgotten.. No matter how hard the sinner tries As once the hands get coloured in sin nothing can rinse it away for him. ...............................

Our love story was merely a pawn in a game that spanned generations, a game of power and control that threatened to consume us. At the heart of this web of deceit stood a figure from our past, someone we had believed to be long gone. Their return sent shockwaves through our lives, forcing us to confront the choices we had made and the consequences they had wrought. Adrian's jaw clenched with determination as he turned to me, his voice laced with conviction. "We can't let our past define us, Ava. We have to face it head-on, no matter how painful or dangerous it may be."

'Am I being punished for my past mistakes? For not believing in Kate when she needed me the most?' He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the tears and the memories away. But no matter how hard he tried, they refused to budge, the weight of his past sins bearing down on him like a crushing burden. As he sat there on the floor, surrounded by the shattered remnants of his life, David couldn't help but feel the cold, unforgiving grip of despair closing in around him.

"My past life memories... I remember how I treated you those ten years... I remember every hurtful word I said, every cruel thing I did..." His eyes were full of pain and regret. That desperate look made him seem like a man driven mad by torture. "Odette, please... let me make it up to you... Anything... I'll spend my immortality making amends..." "Make it up to me?" My eyes were ice-cold. I didn't hide my hate at all. "Here's a fact for you, Dorian. I already died once. I paid my past life's debt with my life. Now, I hate you enough to be reborn. I hate you enough to live stronger every single day of these five years. So, get the hell out of my life!"

After my life went off the rails, I became what everyone always saw on the outside: greedy, frivolous and rude. That is why we should not turn our backs when someone is willing to tell about their past, because only in it are all the roads we could choose to follow, and those responsible for the accidents on our routes. All my past is present in my adult life, and has the constant habit of haunting me every time I think I'm safe.

- but she interrupts me. "They are from your past. And they will kill you if you do not prepare yourself." - she doesn't even blink when she says this. But I feel something is not right. "My past? I didn't have enemies before and I don't have memories before the age of eight." - I say to her, trying to collect my thoughts. What is this? I feel those dark emotions stronger than before.

My hands balled into fists as I prepared to fight. "What the hell are you doing?!" I demanded harshly, my anger directed at Tristan. He swallowed. "I'm sorry. I had no other choice. It was either you or me." "What do you mean?" I snapped. "Allow me to explain." Ryder's cold voice suddenly cut in, a shudder racked my body. I slowly turned around to face him. His eyes glinted coldly in the dim light. I tried to hide the fear I was feeling. "You see Scarlett we run a business here. We supply narcotics and Tristan here is one of our oldest clients. The thing is, since the past year he stopped paying us for our supplies. So owes us money, a lot of money. The kind he can't repay. And when my clien

“He went to the wrong asshole. And he went to spy on the wrong person and he got shot on his day one. They framed it as some sort of gang war because they traced him back to prison in another state. And he was labeled a criminal, even on his death.” I felt my eyes going blurry as tears fell from them. “Alex, you might not know it, but you’ve been a very bad person in the past. I see you these days, you look like you’ve changed. And let me not lie, Dennis is doing a good job. But this doesn’t absolve you of your past sins. You really messed up, man. You were fucked up… like, through the roof fucked up.” “I know,” I said quietly. “I know and I’m sorry.”